Oh, I Give Up...

After weeks, even months, of resisting, I've finally done it.

The final straw was when my wife asked me to.

So, I've done it.

Yes, I've joined facebook.

Well, there goes all my free time...

Car Trouble

You know, really, in life we're not self-reliant at all. We like to think that we rely on ourselves to get through situations, but it's a lie. You know who we really rely on?

Things. Stuff.

It's true. Our computers. Our telephones. And, yes boys and girls, our cars.

Picture the scene last weekend. My wife is out at a hen day, and is giving a couple of friends a lift when the car suddenly, inexplicably cuts out. And then, the thing that all motorists dread more than anything else in the world.

A light on the dashboard you don't recognise.

It usually looks like something that might strike horror into your heart. A giant spanner, or an artistic depiction of an exploding car. Either way, with the car playing up and a funny looking light on, everyone does the same thing. Pull over. Bail out.

And so, Gillian sits on the side of the road with two friends and awaits the lovely AA man. Who arrives and can find nothing wrong.

So a few days, and about £400 later, I wish I was more self-reliant.

Fancy a walk?

Why Does TV Have To Be So Good?

I have a problem. Even, an addiction, if you will.

My wife is hearing this. I can hear her agreement from here.

There is just so much good TV on at the moment. My schedule runs thus.

Tues: The F Word. Bad language, but culinary genius.
Weds: The Apprentice, obviously (followed by the obligatory spin-off on BBC2)
Thurs: Now, here we have a problem. The excellent House clashes with the also marvellous Hustle. So it's the former for me, while taping the latter.
Fri: My day off. Gillian watches Ugly Betty. I read something
Sat: Doctor Who, clearly
Sun: Doctor Who repeat on BBC3 (with commentary)
Mon: Usually watch Hustle taped from previous Thursday.

And then we go round again.

Damn you, television. I want my life back!